A little piece of smut for my friends in the CR at the DGForum. I may do more with this. And guys, this is all your fault. :p
It had all started with a subtle glance, across the hall. She thought he didn't notice. But an uncharacteristic smile graced Draco Malfoy's face for just a fraction of a second. Internally he was thrilled, but he dare not let his eagerness penetrate his stony facade.
Ginevra Weasley was quite the catch, not that any boy at Hogwarts had managed to "catch" her per say. She had a tendency to flit from bloke to bloke, trail them on a string, and watch them twitch as she left them cold and wanting.
He supposed had happened the summer before her sixth year. Her breasts had swollen and her hips swelled so that when she walked she sauntered about. She had learned to move with a lazy grace not unlike Draco's own gait, and she knew well the power of her honey eyes. Yes, Ginevra had learned to play the game, and with a secretive smile he considered what it might be like to bring her down a peg or two.
There it was again. Just the briefest glance as she ate, cast carelessly over her shoulder as if in her world, he was nothing but a fly on the bottom of her shoe. He saw right through it.
The days passed swiftly as Draco immersed himself in his classes. He'd cast a fleeting look her way when they passed in the hallways, and she'd demur, always, her gaze flicking almost guiltily to her beau of the week. And then one day he caught her alone outside the potions classroom. He didn't deign to look at her then, but as they passed each other their hands brushed, and he pressed the tiny piece of parchment into her hands.
Classroom 22, 10 P.M. was all it said. She didn't show until quarter after.
"You're late," he noted sharply. "See that it doesn't happen again." She blushed as she perched on a desk.
"You seem so certain thiswill happen again." He smirked at that as he moved closer, placing a hand on each side of her legs. He traced tiny circles above her left knee, in a childlike gesture that belied the vulgarity of secret liaisons in dusty classrooms.
"It'll happen again," he said with an air of certainty, "and again, and again after that." He planted a soft kiss on her lips before she could argue. Her hands fluttered about the collar of his robes as he deepened the kiss, and she gasped indignantly when he pulled away.
He took his time looking at her, drinking her in, and for the first time he thought he imagined a flutter of uncertainty behind her honey eyes. He shoved the thought aside as his fingers brushed the top button of her blouse and undid the button with ease, moving to the second. Her breath hitched and he let his hand hover there for a moment, a flicker of amusement playing across his face. He suddenly doubted much of Ginevra Weasley's infamy.
It was perfect, he thought as he made quick work of the remaining buttons, letting his fingers brush expertly across the tops of her breasts. She was all to eager to help him dispose of her bra, but he was already sliding her panties down her knees. She gasped and grabbed the desk, bra forgotten as he slid two fingers inside of her. He slowly brought her to the edge and back again with each violent thrust until she gave a stifled cry, her muscles clenching about his fingers.
As he watched her linger in the land of fireworks, he straightened out his robes. Perfect wasn't the word for it, Draco thought as he slipped out of the classroom before she could regain her senses. There would definitely be a next time. He would gladly watch her die that small death again and again at his hand and mold her every desire to his, because Ginny Weasley was indeed a virgin, and in the wizarding world nothing was more valuable.
